A/N: Hello all. So, I'm not new to reading fanfics on CSI: NY. Just new to writing them. And personally, I think that our friend Don Flack needs a girlfriend. So, I have created one. This is their story.
A.N: All right. So, this is (hopefully) going to follow the timeline of the show. There will be mentions of the show, so, I guess all seasons are game for spoilers. By the way, Danny and Lindsay are not together right now.
Summary: After every particularly hard case, he and Danny always meet at a bar to watch a game and have some drinks. He thought today would be like any other day. He never thought one little thing would end up as so much more.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY or its characters. I own my OC. I don't own the song Danny quotes.
He hated the cases that dealt with kids. It didn't matter whether it was a dead kid or a kid whose parents were dead, he just didn't like cases like that. It always turned a day into "one of those days".
And today was "one of those days". A child had lost his mother, who happened to be his only family member left, to her abusive ex.
And so he and his best friend Danny Messer did what they always did. They met for drinks at Sullivan's.
As it was game night for the Yankees, it was crowded. As it was the deciding playoff game for the Yankees, it was even more crowded than usual.
Danny went to grab a table while Flack went to the bar to order drinks. The bartender, who knew both men personally, cocked his head to the side, silently asking how many. Flack held up two fingers and leaned against the bar, waiting for the beers.
Shane placed them in front of him. Don nodded in thanks and turned around without looking away from the TV to have them spill on him and the woman who bumped into him, causing them to spill.
"Oh my god." She said. She was cute. She was about 5'4 and had dark brown hair; probably a shade or two darker than Stella's with dark brown eyes that complemented her extremely tan skin. Flack was trying to decide if it was her natural skin tone (She must have been Italian) or if she had just been somewhere tropical when she continued speaking. "I am so so sorry about that. It's totally my fault."
Flack shook his head. "No, it's mine. I wasn't looking where I was going. Paying too much attention to the game and not enough to the real world."
She laughed. "Let me buy you some new ones."
Don shook his head before turning around. "Hey, Shane, get me two more and one of whatever this girl's drinking."
The woman leaned over. "No thanks. I have to get going. Early day at work tomorrow. But thanks anyway."
"Welcome." Flack said in response, turning to get the beers for a second time. But when he turned around again, she was already gone.
Frowning, he quickly spotted Danny at a table with a good view of a TV.
"What took so long?" Danny's Staten Island accent was as thick as ever.
"Met a girl." Flack said.
"Thought she was grand?" Danny quipped, beginning to laugh.
Don glared at his friend. "Please don't quote songs."
"You started it." Danny pointed out.
"You asked a question. I only answered." Flack said.
"You never answered my question." Danny said. "What took so long?"
"The girl bumped into me. The drinks spilled. Shane had to fill new ones up."
"Hmm." Danny said. "Did ya get her number?"
Flack groaned. "I didn't even get her name, come to think of it."
Danny took a sip of his beer before speaking again, this time with a sarcastic tone. "Nice one."
"Come on Flack." His supervisor, Joe Miletto, stopped at his desk.
"Where I am going?" Don asked, getting out of his chair.
"To meet your new partner." Joe led the way to the elevators and Flack stepped in behind him.
"New partner? I never heard anything about this before."
"Well, now you have." The elevator reached the lobby and once again, Don found himself following Joe.
Joe walked right over to a young woman. She had been talking on her phone, but hung up as soon as she saw them.
Instantly, Flack recognized her. It was the girl from the bar.
It was clear that she recognized him as well from the smile she sent to him.
"Flack, this is Tayler Magda. Tayler, this is your new partner, Don Flack, but you can just call him Flack."
"It's nice to meet you. Again, I guess, but not really, cause we never actually met, I just kinda bumped into you which I am really sorry about." Tayler smiled.
Flack laughed. "It's ok. I get what you're sayin'."
Joe looked down at his watch and swore under his breath. "Well, I have to go. Uhh can you take her for a tour 'round the lab? I would go but I have to meet the wife." Flack nodded. "Great. Good bye to both of you." He ran out the door.
"So, I am really sor..." She began to speak, but Flack cut her off.
"Please don't apologize again." She smiled at him. "Come on, let's go meet the crime lab."
Tayler Magda loved her job. Sure, it was dangerous, but she didn't care. She loved knowing that she was doing something to help people. She didn't mind that hers was a job that most women didn't take. She liked it.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice when her new partner began to talk to her.
"So, is this your first day or did you transfer?" Detective Don Flack was not too bad looking. In fact, he was actually really cute.
"Transfer from Philly." She said.
He nodded. "That explains the accent."
"I do not have an accent." She said. He sent her a look. "Ok, maybe I have a little accent."
"Here we are." He led her out of the elevator directly into an office. An older man was sitting at the desk.
"Mac, this is my new partner, Tayler Magda." Flack began the introductions. "Tayler, this is Detective Mac Taylor." He paused. "That's going to be confusing."
"It's nice to meet you." Tayler said to Mac. He nodded at her and she then turned to Flack. "I don't think so, because I spell mine with an 'e'." Both men looked at her blankly. "T-A-Y-L-E-R-. Tayler."
"All right, Tayler. Let's go for the rest of the tour."
"Looking forward to working with you." Tayler called back as Flack dragged her out in the hallway.
She wasn't sure that he actually had a place in mind to go. He was walking through the hallways, pointing things out to her as he went. She met a bunch of people who all tried to walk them through the things they were working on.
"Here's the trace lab." Flack said. "Oh good, actual people we work with,"
She shot him a confused look. He clarified. "Most of the people who work here are lab techs. The two people you're about to meet are CSI's." She nodded.
"Hi guys." Flack said. A curly haired dark brunette and a dark man looked over to them.
"Hey Flack." The man said. "Who's your friend?"
"Stell, Hawkes, this is my new partner, Tayler Magda. Tayler, this is Stella Bonasera and Sheldon Hawkes."
"Most people call him Hawkes." Stella offered. "And we'd shake your hand, but we're in the middle of working with evidence and don't want to contaminate it."
"It's nice meeting you though." Hawkes offered.
"You too." Tayler followed Flack down the hall.
"We're going to stop in the break room for some coffee." He said.
She nodded. "Fine with me. I adore coffee."
"Adore?" He teased.
"Love just didn't seem to fit the relationship we have." Tayler laughed. "No but seriously, I can't live without coffee."
He opened the door and gently pushed her inside. There were two people sitting at the table. In the center, there was an open folder.
"New girlfriend, Flack?" The man asked.
"Funny, Messer." Flack said, pouring himself and Tayler some coffee. "How do you take it?"
"Black." Tayler answered, amused at the exchange between her new partner and this Messer character.
Flack handed her the coffee. She smiled in thanks and he motioned for her to sit down with the two people. She sat next to Messer while Flack sat across from her.
"Tayler with an 'e', this is Danny Messer and Lindsay Monroe." Flack told her.
"Tayler with an 'e'?" Lindsay asked.
"Well, my first name is the same as Mac's last. He thought it would get confusing, but I told him it wouldn't because we spell them differently. So I guess that's what he's calling me." Tayler answered.
"So, where are you from?" Danny asked.
"Philadelphia." Tayler answered.
"Hmm," Danny said. "Philadelphia, no. Philly, nope. Pennsylvania, no way." He sighed dramatically. "Just doesn't have the same ring as Montana does."
"You'll think of something." Flack reassured his friend.
"Montana?" Tayler asked.
"That's what he calls me." Lindsay said. "And here's a nice tip for you. Whatever you do, don't listen to Danny. Clear it with me or Stella first."
Tayler laughed. She got the feeling that she and Lindsay could be good friends. "I'll remember that."
"So, what are we looking at?" Flack asked the two CSIs.
"Latest case. Can't figure out who killed our vic." Danny said.
"Well I would hope you couldn't figure out who killed the vic." Tayler said, trying to keep a serious face. She received blank stares from the two men and Lindsay looked like she knew where Tayler was going with this. "Well, if you could figure out who killed someone right away, then we'd be out of a job." Lindsay burst into laughter with her while Flack chuckled and Danny grinned with his eyes.
"You know, E, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Danny smiled at his nickname for the newest member of the team as he put his arm around her shoulders. "How 'bout we all go for drinks after work?"
"Who's all?" Tayler asked suspiciously.
"Us four, Stella, Hawkes, Adam, Marty if he can come, and Mac if Stella can drag him away from work." Danny said.
"I'm in." Tayler said.
"Me too." Flack said.
"I'll go ask the rest." Lindsay stood up, said her good byes and left the room.
Tayler turned towards Danny. "You know, you can take your arm off my shoulders now."
Flack laughed. "You know, I think you might be the first person to actually say that."
"Well, I'm just one of a kind, aren't I?" Tayler smiled. And that was something everyone would soon find out.
A/N: So, that's it. I would love to hear what everyone thinks. Reviews please?